Hello! So this was supposed to be a short, fluffy Christmas gift for all of you, but Santa got a little busy and 2020 delivered it instead. Anyway, his lateness is compensated by this not-so-short, fluffy and NSFW gift he brought. I hope you enjoy it and if you like drama, it will be back next chapter. Thanks to all of you for being a part of my 2019 with your reads and reviews and I hope for the best for the upcoming year, to you and your loved ones. Happy New Year wherever you are!

Will walked around his apartment, trying to tidy it a bit. The dishes finally went into the dishwasher, the bed that had been left in disarray that morning got made, he picked up the mess of books he'd left lying around the living room and he put some order in the pile of clothes he'd washed in the weekend and thrown into a chair hoping for them to magically fold themselves. He was still going from one side to the other, carrying things around to their proper place, when a knock interrupted him. He rushed to put that last item in a shelf and then to the source of the sound, straightening his t-shirt after checking his image in the mirror nearby and unlocking the door to welcome Alicia into his place. However, he tilted his head sideways as he took in her appearance, because while they had both changed from their formal work clothes into something more comfortable, she was in full Cubs attire: the blue cap with the orange C and the classic striped jersey with Zambrano's name in the back. Her hair was held in a ponytail that emerged from the back of the cap and there were sunglasses hanging from the neck of the jersey. She was wearing some sort of loose black pants and tennis, giving her such a different vibe to the always formally dressed Alicia that Will frowned in confusion as he followed her inside the apartment.

While I certainly appreciate the look, may I ask why? I mean, if it's for tonight's game you didn't have to.

Alicia turned for a second, rolling her eyes and laughing, but she didn't say anything. She just kept walking all the way into Will's bedroom and then into his closet, while he stood just outside, trying to decipher her strange behavior.

Hum, Leesh, what's going on?

She finally spoke, a grin in her face. Hello, Will. You'll see. She adored his confused face and wanted to kiss him badly, but was a woman on a mission and instead rummaged through his clothes until she found what she'd been looking for. Triumphantly she pulled a folded blue jersey from a pile of sports gear and threw it in his direction.

Change into this.

Why?

Come on! We're barely on time!

On time for what? He was almost sure it had something to do with the game, but there still was over an hour to go before it started.

Just do it. Pretty please? She turned pleadingly towards him and he laughed. She knew he couldn't resist her when she did that, and he finally took his t-shirt off and changed it for the Cubs jersey, all the while she kept searching for something. He folded his arms and reclined on the door frame, waiting.

If you told me what you're searching for, it might be faster.

No need. Found it! And she walked up to him, standing on tiptoes to make up for the height difference that was usually compensated by her high heels and kissed him. He was about to deepen it when she and pulled away and placed a cap into his head, then taking his arm and guiding him to the living room while he groaned in protest at her denial to the kiss and what could've followed. He thought she was going to turn the TV on or something, but instead she walked all the way to the entrance, opened the door and motioned him outside.

Where are we going?!

You'll see.

Ms. Cavanaugh, what kind of plan is this? His tone was sweet, trying to get her to spill her intentions. But she saw right through it, and even if her chest warmed at the use of her maiden name, she didn't budge.

You'll have to discover it... in a while. Will huffed and followed her into the elevator and then all the way to his car. At some point she'd taken his car keys and now sat in the driver's side, still smiling. Truth to be told, Will wasn't a fan of surprises. In their line of work, where they had to anticipate every opponent's move, a surprise was usually equivalent to disaster, but he loved and trusted Alicia enough to let her run free with this and even enjoy it. On the other hand, she loved organizing and planning things, and seeing other people's reaction to an unexpected sweet gesture used to be the highlight of her family moments: the surprise trip to Disneyland for Zach's ninth birthday, Grace's thematic sleepovers or the special dinners she'd cook for Peter on any non-special occasion. After the scandal, however, her enthusiasm and time to do those things had greatly diminished, feeling most of her romantic gestures to Peter had been an absolute waste and probably even ridiculous, and was barely starting to get back in the mood to do them now; considering Will was really sweet with her, always trying to please her, she felt this was the perfect opportunity to give back to him a little of that attention. She drove the car to the building's exit, while she opened the overhead compartment and gave him the sunglasses he always kept there.

Put them on. Will obeyed, but looked curiously as she also put on her own.

I'm more curious with every passing minute, Ms. Cavanaugh. What kind of secret mission is this?

She laughed. Where would the fun be if I told you now? I'll let you figure it out. So Will had no choice but to look outside the window, trying to guess where was she taking him as she navigated the afternoon Chicago traffic. He knew they weren't going to her place or anywhere near Lockhart/Gardner or the courthouses (where their usual go-to hotels were located), but couldn't tell much more. Besides, a hotel made no sense when they had both of their places and the whole afternoon to themselves. A sports bar or restaurant maybe? But why drive so far when near to his place were more than a few good options? Alicia glanced towards him every now and then, waiting for the moment he recognized the road, but it wasn't until she turned under the direction sign clearly stating their destination that he came to the realization of why all the fuss.

Are we...? No!

Alicia laughed. Yes, we are.

But we can't be seen together!

She shrugged. Will, one of the reasons I divorced Peter was that I was tired of not doing things because of his career, the press, what people would think. I want to spend an afternoon with you, doing something special and fun. If they see us, what the hell, we'll deal with it then. People will eventually find out anyway, so let's enjoy ourselves for a while. Besides, how likely is it for someone to recognize us among the crowd wearing this?

He realized she'd actually thought about everything and while it seemed risky, the perspective of their afternoon at Wrigley Field was so enticing he couldn't really complain. He did love rebel Alicia.

How did you get tickets? Being one of the few afternoon games, it'd sold out weeks ago.

I knew you'd given them back to Diane, so I talked to her.

And she agreed?

Well, we're here, aren't we? She smiled. Only she knew how many extra tasks she'd have to do at the office for those tickets, although the reality was they'd been returned by Will with so little anticipation it was unlikely they could've been given to any important client. The tickets were usually sent to the most important ones at the beginning of the season and Will would keep one or two as part of his favorite managing partner perk, in agreement with Diane (and in exchange for some other benefits she wanted).

You're amazing, do you know that?

She just laughed. Better start looking for parking spots.

They joined the line of cars heading to one of the lots, but after giving a wrong turn because of Will's "perfect knowledge" of the area, they actually got lucky and found a resident offering his spot. They parked and started the way to the ballpark.

So, why Zambrano?

Alicia shrugged, remembering the name in her jersey. Peter bought them when we were fundraising his State's Attorney campaign. We contacted a few of the players and the owners, so we had to be in proper attire.

Will hated that he had made so uninteresting what should've been a special occasion, buying your favorite team's jersey, but he had to accept Peter would always be a part of Alicia's life and he couldn't change what he'd done. They were still at the gate when the roaring of the crowd announced them the start of the game.

I'm sorry we couldn't get here earlier.

Hey, shhhh. He pulled her towards him, placing his index finger over her lips. It's perfect. And she leaned against him as their tickets got scanned but then let go completely to allow them to navigate the hallways and ramps up to their section. However, he held her by the shoulders and pulled softly to help her walk faster, making it easier for them to finally get the field into view. From that moment onwards, Will's attention was completely stolen by the game and, to an extent, also Alicia's. While she hadn't really followed baseball in quite a while she could always enjoy a game, especially in the stadium's atmosphere, and as the innings passed she started yelling in chorus with the crowd to celebrate a run or lament about an out. And even if Will's eyes would barely leave the field and the players, his hand would find its way to wrap around Alicia's fingers or caress her knee or even a draw little roads up her thigh. They would lean until their heads touched whenever they wanted to say something to each other, they would squeeze their hands in anticipation to an important play and even jumped hand in hand during a couple of celebrations. Alicia hadn't felt so carefree and happy in such a long time that for the three hours (more or less) that the game lasted she completely forgot about who she was, who she had been or her current situation and just enjoyed herself and the man by her side. It reminded her of that Washington Nationals' game they'd been to while in college, only better because now they could show affection and there was a tiny perfect mix of them growing inside her. As if the Universe had decided to play along for once, the game wrapped up with a win for the Cubs and Will and Alicia celebrated with one last kiss before joining the sea of people heading to the exits. Once they managed to get back into the less crowded streets, Will, who was now driving, spoke excitedly.

Those double hits at the eight inning were what gave us the game.

Yeah. It was a pretty close though.

It was. Thank you for this. And he held her hand and pulled it to plant a kiss on the back of it.

She smiled. You know? I can think of some very good ways for you to thank me. And she raised her brows suggestively.

He laughed. Really? And what do those imply?

For starters, less clothes.

I'm starting to like the sound of that.

You can like more than the sound. And she opened the first button of her jersey to let the red lace underneath peek into the outside. There were now fewer cars and Will was pretty much driving automatically, so he was able to turn and see what she was doing. He inhaled deeper as he feel the blood rushing through his body, just knowing that she was this ready for him was exhilarating.

We better wait 'till we get to my place. He still had to drive and distractions weren't that good of an idea.

Yeah.

Alone and together, the electricity between them was almost palpable but they both tried to control their thoughts, waiting for the appropriate moment, even if the wait was torture. As they finally got to his building, parked and called the elevator, Will stood behind Alicia, his hands holding her by the waist; once it arrived, opened and they got inside (and thankfully were the only ones) she turned to kiss him, taking off his cap, and he slid his hands to the back of her thighs, lifting her against the wall as he felt her leg wrap around him. They separated at the ding of the opening doors but only briefly as they walked down the hall and reached his door. Will fumbled with the keys until they finally made it on the inside, the only lights being the one from the buildings outside that entered through the living room's window. Will shut the door behind him, watching the faint glow illuminate Alicia's eyes now that she'd removed her sunglasses and walked up to her, thinking she'd head into his bedroom, but instead she went to the kitchen.

Room's over there. He whispered in confusion.

I know. But you don't have these there. Her voice was a whisper too, the complicity of what they were about to do highlighted by the silence and the darkness. She opened one of the cupboards and got a wide glass, then walked to the fridge and poured some ice in it. Will immediately caught on what she wanted.

Let me. He took the glass from her and poured a little water to help it melt slightly and avoid it being too cold. Will had shown her ice play in one of their sessions at the hotel and she'd completely loved it. While sex with Peter had been good, the adventurous part of it had been long forgotten, leaving them with a few classic moves and the most spicy thing being her lingerie and flavored lube. But with Will, well, Alicia felt like a teenager discovering everything again. He had a lot of experience and tricks and he knew exactly how to leave her wanting more. He seemed to sense when she liked something or not and she never felt awkward or forced to anything, enjoying the occasions they could do some very adult playing as the perfect complement to the excellent sex they had. Alicia finally walked to his bedroom, but turned to him and let him guide her in between kisses through the darkened hall, her back sometimes contacting the wall. They reached his bed and she sat when she felt it behind her knees. He placed the glass on the nightstand and finally proceeded to unbutton her jersey. Since the first button had already been opened, he started with the second, sitting next to her in the edge of the bed. He took his sweet time, alternating with kisses down her jawline and then her neck, inhaling her perfume, until the last of the buttons was free and the jersey opened to reveal the red laced bodysuit underneath.

Were you wearing this all this time, Ms. Cavanaugh?

Hmmm.

That's very naughty of you.

I know. What are you going to do about it, Mr. Gardner?

I should probably get a better view first, to rule fairly.

She giggled. I think you'll have to remove my pants for that.

Then you'll have to help me. And she stood up to let him pull the string in them and lower them; he was expecting them to come down on their own as they usually did, but this time they remained up.

You have a bump. He said, exclaiming happily and surprised.

I told you I did. Your kid is growing too fast. With Zach and Grace I didn't get a bump until the sixth month or so.

He softly tugged the clothes to bring her closer and lowered them to see the growth completely. Since he was still sitting, it was almost face level.

Can I...?

Yeah. So he caressed it with the tips of his fingers. It was firmer than what he'd thought it would be and the edges somehow got lost in Alicia's otherwise flat belly, making it seem like she had a small football inside, just protruding in the area between her belly button and pubis.

It's amazing. He whispered. It's amazing we did this. And he placed the tip of his nose on it, then tilting his chin forward to plant a kiss on it.

It is. Alicia bit her lower lip, she didn't want to break the moment but all the sweetness in Will was suddenly making him all the more irresistible. Her hands caressed his jaw and lightly pulled him upwards so when she bended she could kiss him again. He happily responded and she sat on him, straddling him, as her hands started working on his jersey. It came off and then he whispered at her. You better lie down, Alicia, or that ice is going to go to waste.

She didn't have to be told twice and their positions swapped, Will now kneeling in the bed on top of her.

Their respiratory rates increased as Will's hand started working again on Alicia's clothes.

I like the cap, I might keep just that on you.

She giggled. It's a shame you took off your glasses in the car. I think you look sexy with them.

So I don't look sexy now?

Oh, you sure do. She said, laughing, and unbuttoning his jeans.

Buttons. Zippers. Tugging. Pulling. Clothes off, scattered around. Skins finally meeting in all glorious nakedness.

The sticky wetness between her thighs. His fingers spreading it between her lips, rubbing her clit to bring it to life. Her erect nipples, waiting.

Close your eyes.

Darkness. Cold. Cold drops of icy water. A squeal in shocked delight. Her nipples hardening more at the offending cold. And then, warmness. Wet warmness. His tongue licking the drops away, his penis starting to make contact somewhere else.

A trail as ice headed south, to her thighs and in between. Her fingers dipping in the cold water, then finding his semi-hard dick. Cold touch being ironically hot. The blood engorging all the right places. Wetness, everywhere, and not just from melted ice.

I want you, now.

What do you want from me?

I want you to fuck me, hard, now.

And he entered her. Stiff but wet, sliding easily. And hips rocked. And backs arched. And sweat appeared. And then hearts raced and there were moans and bit fingers, and the world ceased to exist around them for those preciated seconds as they died for a moment to live as one.

Leesh.

And then there was just silence and their panting, bodies side by side as they recovered.

This was the best damn Tuesday of my existence.